Electrical
Electrical (2/18/2006)
If we could capture this flow and mix it with explosions
Twisting the notions into elixirs and potions
Burning emotions, riding flames through the motions
Feeding the rage along the roads that we’ve chosen
Then we could walk right on the stage and cause some commotion
And they’d believe what we say because of our own devotion
This damn simple notion of a passion and fury
Energy to convict us without the need for a jury
Words churned in a flury making me seem a bit crazy
Even when they appear hazy they always tend to embrace me
And when my heart’s pumping and racing, still nothing can phase me
I spit out the fire and pray that maybe you’ll hate me
Then you’ll step up to take me and attempt to upset me
Spitting out a few lines in a weak try out best me
And that’s when you’ll get me and understand the conviction
The drive of a mind that lacks the time for your fiction
Cause every rhyme’s my nutrition and my reason for living
Plug into the outlet and take in what I’m giving
The hate is my thread, my mind’s a needle for knitting
The electrical sweater that always seems to be fitting
And the steam’s never quitting, you can call me a hot head
But the ball hasn’t dropped yet and the counter say “not yet”
So, I won’t move from this spot yet cause it feels so damn comfy
And the way that you curse me makes me know that you love me
Though, before this is nothing, let’s turn this valve to silence
Let the heat start to build until my next bout with violence
But I urge you to try this, shit, you can sell it in bottles
The electrical rage with this current to follow
Notes: It’s a little indirect, but it’s supposed to be. In a way, it’s a depiction of the anger I often feel. However, instead of condemning it, I cherish it and recommend that everyone give it a try to get a better understanding of my writing.
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